Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

Too many adults wish to 'protect' teenagers when they should be stimulating them to read of life as it is lived.

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.- MATTHEW 7:15

He wasn’t kissing me like I was going to break; he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this kiss.

BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen.

I know you’re scared, Letti, but sweetheart…you haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve not known true fear...

I picked up my camera and held it at arm's length and took a picture of myself not caring. I called it: Glory Doesn't Care.

Oh, hell. You're a fairy," I said. "Yeah," he said. "You know, they call it 'being gay' nowadays, but sure, whatever.

Now you're an adult, Katya!" he'd said, picking her up under the armpits like he'd been doing since she'd been born.

I hated puberty. It had been that horrible stage from child hood, to pre teen, and my stage from ugly, to ugly with menstrual cramps.

The parts of my mind that apply logic and understanding had somehow abandoned me, and something primitive and instinctual took control.

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.

The screech of tyres, an almighty bang and a car exploded through the playground wall like a high-velocity bullet through a watermelon.

I mask my hate. I mask my pain. One thing that I can't mask is my dwindling grade point average." -Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

My love life couldn't be more nonexistent if Julius was all all-girls' boarding school with a moat full of alligators around it.